Yoga Footjob Novels & Stories

The pain brought me back to my senses. That evening, Joanna brought Greg home. She called it her personal trainer's at-home fertility yoga sessions. "Since you can't perform, I'll have to get my body in shape. Even if we do IVF, we need a good foundation," Joanna said matter-of-factly. Yoga mats were laid out in the living room. The two of them did partner yoga in front of me, and their movements were extremely suggestive. Joanna let out soft moans, completely ignoring me.

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Andrew insisted that I come over to the mansion the next day. He wanted to teach me some techniques for helping me control my wolf when under duress. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but yoga was not it. “Make sure that the point of your front knee aligns with your toes,” he said as he ran his hands over me, adjusting my form. “And turn your back foot like this…yes, that’s better. Align your hips like this…there you go.”

On my body… And my fucking wrecked pussy that remains open like fucking hole. Note: Lovelies, what do you think of a foot job for a teasing break? I'm thinking of doing that and maybe bondage and sadism next, with your dad's best friend as your tormentor... or a perv doctor, your stepbrother, fucking your pussy with the cold instrument in the guise of treating you

It's a long shot, but anything is worth a try. A few minutes later, Boot joins me. If I thought standing on a half-ball was torture, it's nothing compared to jumping rope, pushing a sled contraption filled with weights, and doing knee dips back on the half-ball. Jump roping is the first disaster of the morning and no amount of complaining has Boot letting up. Che remains giggle-free, which is a miracle. The sled contraption is the biggest torture because I'm out of breath and ready to kill Boot after each push from one end of the room to the other, and the knee dips are worse because I fall each time I try and that's while holding onto his shoulder and a strap. The strap is to help with my b

he said earning a small laugh from her. “I gave them a signal about who is the boss but still kept my tone sweeter than honey,” Shayra said as Yash finished massaging her feet and moved towards her inner thigh just to place a kiss. A gasp escaped her lips when the kisses did not stop just there and traveled to her bare pussy. Yash took a moment to throw his t-shirt off and slide his sweatpants off. “You stopped me there and I want you now,” he said before his fingers found her warmth wet enough for him; he made teasing circles on her as she held his arm in her grasp.

The yoga studio is next. He carries me there – my legs around his waist, his cock still inside me, his cum threatening to spill. The studio is dim, mirrors everywhere, the floor covered in thick mats. He lays me down on the mat and spreads my legs in a straddle that would make any yoga instructor proud. "Flexibility training," he says with a grin.

I spread my thighs even wider, and he immediately inserted his two fingers into my wet passage, slowly thrusting them in and out while pressing his thumb against my cl*t. "Get ready, Mommy, I'm going to make you go crazy with my f*cking tonight." I will f*ck you continuously all night. Can you handle it?" I caressed his cheek and lifted my hips a bit. "Do it, baby, f*ck your mommy..." I teasingly said to him again. He kissed me first and then started to thrust. "Jett!" I shouted at him because he was thrusting quickly on top of me. He raised my leg even higher, bringing my knee close to my face. Good thing I'm still flexible even at my age, considering I do yoga as my workout.

Paris moaned, and we all laughed breathlessly. Van pulled out of my ass suddenly, leaving me clenching around nothing. “Foot job,” he commanded. Gogo and I knew exactly what to do. We knelt in front of him, our feet sliding up his thighs. I pressed my soft sole against his shaft while Gogo used both her feet to stroke him, slow and teasing. The contrast of my smaller feet and her thick, pretty toes working together made him groan loud. Pre-cum leaked over our toes, making everything slippery.

The woman’s back was arched, her hands on the floor, legs spread while the man… “Okay, let’s see if I can even…” I carefully positioned myself on my knees, my good hand on the mattress, trying to mimic the arch. My casted arm made everything awkward, but I managed to get into something resembling the position. “This is ridiculous,” I said to the empty room. “Who actually does this?” I tried another one…something called “downward dog” which sounded more like yoga than sex. I bent forward, trying to flatten my palms while keeping my butt in the air.